Introducing  our "11 for 11: Set list That Makes Stars"
A carefully curated hit powerhouse, designed to ignite careers and set the stage for the next generation of female recording stars. Each track is a hit-in-the-making, a chart-topper waiting to break, with emotion-packed lyrics, unforgettable melodies, and the kind of vocal moments that demand the spotlight.
From soulful ballads that stir hearts to anthemic songs built for the biggest stages, this collection is crafted for impact—11 songs, 11 open doors to greatness.
If you’re ready to take the stage, ready for songs that can change your career,HIT US UP! To cover these and more just request our EZ simple release form by emailing musicoffreeisme3@gmail.com
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You Are Her - "11 4 11" - Starmaker Set List

It's gonna get cold...
She Thinks She’s Better Than Me   by Edwin H. Balder
She walks in like the world stands still,
Diamond shine, dollar bill.
Laugh too sweet, words too fine,
Like her life don’t cross with mine.
Says she’s got it, says she knows,
Says she runs the way it flows.
High heels up, head held high,
Looking down like I’m too shy.
I play along, I let it slide,
But she don’t know what’s deep inside.
She thinks she’s better than me,
Like I don’t know the game she plays.
Like I don’t see the cracks she hides,
Like I don’t hear the things she says.
She thinks she’s better than me,
But baby, truth don’t lie that way.
She’s got the car, she’s got the shine,
She’s got the perfect painted line.
She’s got the look, she’s got the say,
But she don’t got what makes me stay.
I’ve got roots, I’ve got fight,
I’ve got a heart that sleeps at night.
She thinks she’s better than me,
Like I don’t know the game she plays.
Like I don’t see the cracks she hides,
Like I don’t hear the things she says.
She thinks she’s better than me,
But baby, truth don’t lie that way.
Some chase gold, some chase fame,
Some just need a different name.
Some fall fast, some hold tight,
Some just fake their perfect life.
Now she stares, now she waits,
Wondering why I don’t take the bait.
I walk past, I don’t look back,
Because I don’t need what she don’t have.
She thinks she’s better than me,
Like I don’t know the game she plays.
Like I don’t see the cracks she hides,
Like I don’t hear the things she says.
She thinks she’s better than me,
But baby, truth don’t lie that way.
She walks in like the world stands still,
But I just smile—I know the drill......................know......... the ..............drill.

The best cross section playlist of our work with new releases added at the end each week:

 https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/future-hits-4u-here?si=df2f5fac47e74c1583a329f4cf12fe51&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing



All Rights Reserved Edwin H. Balder
Thanks so much to my band: Hot Cookie
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She Thinks She’s Better Than Me by HC & EHB

Told she knew..why I love her still
I Know He Fell in Love Today    by Edwin H. Balder
He didn’t say it, didn’t show,
But something shifted, something told.
A quiet glance, a softer tone,
And suddenly, I wasn’t alone.
I saw it in the way he smiled,
Like I was more than just a while.
I felt it in the way he stayed,
Like time had nowhere left to fade.
His hands were steady, his words ran light,
And love was waiting in the night.
I know he fell in love today,
Even though he didn’t say.
I felt it clear, I saw it true,
Like the stars just learned my name too.
I know he fell in love today,
In every look, in every way.
I saw it in the way he stood,
Like something turned from might to good.
I heard it in the way he laughed,
Like we had finally found our path.
No rush, no plans, no grand display,
Just love that found its quiet way.
I know he fell in love today,
Even though he didn’t say.
I felt it clear, I saw it true,
Like the stars just learned my name too.
I know he fell in love today,
In every look, in every way.
Some love speaks, some love waits,
Some love whispers, some love states.
Some just moves without a sound,
And leaves no doubt in what it’s found.
Maybe tomorrow, maybe soon,
Maybe under silver moons.
But words don’t need to light the way,
I know he fell in love today.
I know he fell in love today,
Even though he didn’t say.
I felt it clear, I saw it true,
Like the stars just learned my name too.
I know he fell in love today,
In every look, in every way.
He didn’t say it, didn’t show,
But I know...(I know)......I know....
I know...(I know)......I.......... know...
Link to more of our Singer/songwriter style hits you can cover into fame because of your take!

https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/best-new-folk-americana?si=04e0155163644977b37cf8c0a04f3c53&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing



All Rights Reserved Edwin H. Balder
Thanks so much to my band: Hot Cookie
See Our Music Videos Here> https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-509h42heKT05D8egf2U9w

I Know He Fell in Love Today  HC & EHB

Big clue to how alone you are...
Eating Over The Sink    by Edwin H. Balder
Cold plate, quiet night,
Fork in hand, no appetite.
Standing here, staring low,
Where did all those years go?
Used to be candlelight, linen spread,
Used to be laughter, whispered thread.
Now it's leftovers, paper plates,
Echoes of love that came too late.
Time unravels, lines get blurred,
Memories sting in broken words.
Eating over the sink, tears in the drain,
Swallowing silence, choking on pain.
Once served love on silver trays,
Now it’s just me and yesterday.
Eating over the sink, hunger misplaced,
Feeding regrets I can’t erase.
Used to set two, used to pour,
Now I scrape crumbs off the floor.
Used to hold hands, wine-stained lips,
Now just empty fingertips.
Used to be mornings tangled tight,
Now the sheets stay smooth at night.
Eating over the sink, tears in the drain,
Swallowing silence, choking on pain.
Once served love on silver trays,
Now it’s just me and yesterday.
Eating over the sink, hunger misplaced,
Feeding regrets I can’t erase.
Some love fades, some love breaks,
Some just lingers in mistakes.
Some hearts heal, some hearts fold,
Some just ache when nights turn cold.]
Tomorrow calls, the world moves fast,
But I still chew on what won’t pass.
The love that stayed, the love that died,
The love that never said goodbye.
Used to toast to hope and dreams,
Now I rinse off history’s seams.
Eating over the sink, tears in the drain,
Swallowing silence, choking on pain.
Once served love on silver trays,
Now it’s just me and yesterday.
Eating over the sink, hunger misplaced,
Feeding regrets I can’t erase.

The best cross section playlist of our work with new releases added at the end each week:
 https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/future-hits-4u-here?si=df2f5fac47e74c1583a329f4cf12fe51&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

All Rights Reserved Edwin H. Balder
Thanks so much to my band: Hot Cookie
See Our Music Videos Here> https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-509h42heKT05D8egf2U9w

Eating Over The Sink   HC & EHB

When You fool yourself ...you fool a fool...
Pretend by Edwin H. Balder
Setting up the flowers, tying ribbons tight,
Another bridal shower, another perfect night.
Holding hands, raising toasts,
Celebrating love like it’s easy to hold.
Another dress, another ring,
Another vow, another spring.
Another moment standing tall,
Watching someone have it all.
Smiling wide, hiding deep,
Wondering when it’s meant for me.
Will this end, will this start,
Will someone finally take my heart?
Will love be real, will time be kind,
Or am I just waiting in someone else’s line?
I don’t need gold, I don’t need grand,
Just someone who’s more than pretend.
Another cake, another prayer,
Another wish tossed in the air.
Another “you’ll be next,” they say,
Another tear I brush away.
I’ve danced alone, I’ve walked so far,
But I still stand beneath these stars.
Will this end, will this start,
Will someone finally take my heart?
Will love be real, will time be kind,
Or am I just waiting in someone else’s line?
I don’t need gold, I don’t need grand,
Just someone who’s more than pretend.
Then I see him, standing there,
Eyes too soft, voice too rare.
Never noticed, never knew,
Till tonight, till he looked too true.
Maybe fate runs slow,
Maybe love don’t always show.
Maybe it waits, maybe it hides,
Maybe it’s standing by my side.
Maybe this ends, maybe this begins,
Maybe I found more than pretend.
Will this end, will this start,
Will someone finally take my heart?
Will love be real, will time be kind,
Or am I just waiting in someone else’s line?
I don’t need gold, I don’t need grand,
Just someone who’s more than pretend.
Maybe this ends, maybe this begins,
Maybe I found more than pretend.
pretend.(pretend.)

Link to more of our Singer/songwriter style hits you can cover into fame because of your take!

https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/best-new-folk-americana?si=04e0155163644977b37cf8c0a04f3c53&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing



All Rights Reserved Edwin H. Balder
Thanks so much to my band: Hot Cookie
See Our Music Videos Here> https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-509h42heKT05D8egf2U9w


Pretend by HC & EHB

We still Put Price stickers on a life left...
What The Price Entails   by Edwin H. Balder

Boxes stacked, tags in place,
Old boots, records, picture frames.
Folks pull up, hands dig deep,
Looking for bargains, looking for keeps.
First to go, the rocking chair,
The one where Mama brushed my hair.
A man holds it, checks the wood,
Says, “I’ll take it, looks real good.”
I nod, I smile, let it go,
Some things fade, some things flow.
But some things ain’t for sale,
Some things hold what words can’t tell.
Some things stay, some things keep,
Some things live where memories sleep.
Some things ain’t for sale,
No matter what the price entails.
A woman lifts a silver frame,
Asks, “How much for this old name?”
It’s Daddy’s face, young and strong,
The man who taught me right from wrong.
I shake my head, pull it back,
Some things don’t fit in paper stacks.
But some things ain’t for sale,
Some things hold what words can’t tell.
Some things stay, some things keep,
Some things live where memories sleep.
Some things ain’t for sale,
No matter what the price entails.
Then I see it, tucked away,
A dusty box from younger days.
Inside, a collar, worn and torn,
From the dog who kept me warm.
Frosty ran till his legs gave out,
Still chasing youth, still chasing doubt.
A man asks, “How much for this?”
I hold it tight, clench my fist.
Some things go, some things trade,
But this one stays, this one stays.
I shake my head, pull it near,
Some things hold what time won’t clear.
But some things ain’t for sale,
Some things hold what words can’t tell.
Some things stay, some things keep,
Some things live where memories sleep.
Some things ain’t for sale,
No matter what the price entails.
Boxes stacked, tags in place,
But some things never leave this space.
some things ........never leave this space.
some.......never.....leave...never leave....never leave

Link to more of our Singer/songwriter style hits you can cover into fame because of your take!
https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/best-new-folk-americana?si=04e0155163644977b37cf8c0a04f3c53&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

All Rights Reserved Edwin H. Balder
Thanks so much to my band: Hot Cookie
See Our Music Videos Here> https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-509h42heKT05D8egf2U9w

What The Price Entails  by HC & EHB

Dorm year to diploma..every penny!
Sending Off My Wishes   by Edwin H. Balder
Stacked-up forms, ink runs deep,
Every word, every dream I keep.
First in line, first to try,
First to chase the open sky.
Worked the summers, worked the nights,
Saved up every dollar tight.
Mom and Dad, hands worn thin,
Never missed a deposit in.
Every shift, every grade,
Built the road that now gets paved.
Sending off my wishes, signing on the line,
Hoping they see the work behind the climb.
First to go, first to fly,
But leaving home still makes me cry.
Sending off my wishes, chasing something new,
Scholarship dreams, letters sealed,
Waiting for the fate revealed.
Every test, every late-night grind,
Every moment proving time.
Now the answer’s in my hand,
Now the future makes its stand.
Sending off my wishes, signing on the line,
Hoping they see the work behind the climb.
First to go, first to fly,
But leaving home still makes me cry.
Sending off my wishes, chasing something new,
But the hardest part is leaving you.
[Bridge]
Some roads lead, some roads turn,
Some just teach the way we learn.
Some hearts break, some hearts mend,
Some just wait till time begins.
Now I pack, now I stand,
Suitcase full of where I’ve been.
Mom holds tight, Dad stays strong,
But I see the tears they won’t let on.
First to go, first to fly,
But leaving home still makes me cry.
Sending off my wishes, signing on the line,
Hoping they see the work behind the climb.
First to go, first to fly,
But leaving home still makes me cry.
Sending off my wishes, chasing something new,
But the hardest part is leaving you.
Stacked-up forms, ink runs deep,
Every word, every dream I keep
Sending off my wishes, chasing something new,
But the hardest part is leaving you.
hardest part ....leaving you.(leaving you) leaving you...

Link to more of our Singer/songwriter style hits you can cover into fame because of your take!
https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/best-new-folk-americana?si=04e0155163644977b37cf8c0a04f3c53&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

All Rights Reserved Edwin H. Balder
Thanks so much to my band: Hot Cookie
See Our Music Videos Here> https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-509h42heKT05D8egf2U9w

Sending Off My Wishes by HC & EHB

In the shadows of Apache Junction, at the foot of the majestic Superstition Mountains, sits a weathered hacienda. This desert oasis is home to an enigmatic figure, a songwriter whose journey reads like a long, dusty road of honky-tonk bars and college cafeterias. He wasn't chasing fame or glitter; instead, he chose the soul-crushing beauty of music for music's sake.

Years spent hunched over sticky barroom tables and scribbling lyrics on napkins earned him a reputation—not in the spotlight but in the back rooms where deals are made. He wrote melodies that found their way into the hearts of stars who had lost their own muse. He sold his creations for cash, with no recognition, but the whisper of his songs carried the weight of his soul.

Finally, he bought this piece of desert paradise—a stable income from his timeless songs allowed him to live comfortably, if anonymously. Here in this hacienda, with his family beside him and the mountains as his backdrop, he found the peace to write hits under his own name. He chuckled at the irony that now, without chasing fame, he could create music that brought him joy.

In the end, it was never about the spotlight. It was about the journey, the stories, and the songs that wrote themselves through his life. As the sun set behind the Superstitions, casting long shadows over the hacienda, he strummed his guitar and sang—content, unknown, and unburdened by the world's gaze.


Copyright 2019 Edwin H. Balder

I may be dead when fame comes but my real glory was always JULIE & The Kids. Thank you for such love

What The Price Entails by HC & EHB

Edwin Balder